Uncle Hai led Zhu Qianying into the dressing room, "Ying'er, all these wedding dresses are the latest styles sent over by the designer as per the lady's request. Take a look and see which ones you like, or if you have any ideas, jot them down. When the young master is done with his work later, he will come up and take a look with you."
Zhu Qianying nodded her head, "Alright, I'll take a look by myself first. Uncle Hai, you can go ahead and get busy if you have things to do."
Zhu Qianying didn't have much passion for wedding dresses. Even though the dozens of wedding dresses in front of her were extremely beautiful, and their styles, materials, and craftsmanship were all top-notch, it's obvious they were made by renowned designers. But in her eyes at this moment, they were no different than the T-shirts and jeans in her wardrobe.
Indeed, wedding dresses needed to be matched with true love to be truly attractive.
